ILLUSIONS

inspired by this / quote: our love is an illusion
sorry if this makes no sense, i didn't proofread otl

It had faded.

Her scent.

On the pillow next to him, on the blanket, on the bed sheet. The jacket she forgot at his place, her scent was still on it. It was still there, but only vaguely.

The scent of her had faded, just like her presence.

It was getting cold, slowly.

The warmth he used to feel – it was gone. She was gone.

Did she think of him the way he thought of her?

Every single day when he opened his eyes – he wished to see her in front of him, her eyes closed while she calmly breathed in and out. He would watch her like this until her eyelids would flutter and her hands would reach up to her eyes and rub them.

She would see him, her lips slowly tugging into a faint, sleepy smile, before leaning her head against his chest, those three words slipping from her lips like a habit.

“I love you,” he would reply, his arms slinging around her body as if he wanted to protect her from a hidden danger.

A danger he couldn't see.

It was too late.

Silently.

It took her, she left, nothing was left.

Except the memories which kept her with him, closely at his side. He wouldn’t let her go again, he couldn’t.

Had he been too weak?

A question which ran through his mind again and again, but there was no answer. How long had it been? How long was he holding onto her already?

Clinging to the little memory which he was desperately keeping alive in his head. It wasn’t as if he could let her go that easily.

All the silent tears which had been shed, glistening on his cheeks as he stared out of the window every night, remembering how she told him how much she loved the moonlight.

During that time, he just let out a short chuckle, prodding her nose, not understanding why.

But now he did.

His mind wandered backwards, back to her.

He missed her.

This was the only way he would be able to see her.

In his memories.

Like an illusion.